Kaelen watched horrified as the man closed the door and prepared to sit his naked butt on the white thing, his body pressed against the wall and the dagger tightly gripped.
Only when the man sat down he looked up and saw him.
And they both froze in place ; no screams, no movement. Not yet.
And then it broke loose, the man trying to get to the door and Kaelen trying to get to him. Thankfully, pants halfway down were an issue for the man and he got slammed into the wall with the blade at his throat.
"Do not scream. Don`t say a word or else.." his dagger was really really pressing on the poor man`s neck, with just a bit of blood the man stood quiet.
Good
Now kill him quietly
End this fast
"I have a question. The slaves, where are they taking them?"
"I.. I don`t .. know .. mister"
LYING!!
"Do not" Kaelen punched the guy in the heat of the action "Fuck with me!"
And in the heat of the moment, the other guy released his needs onto the floor.
"Ugh...disgusting"
"I`m .. I`m so sorry...I just clean here...Please I don`t know!" The man was barely speaking while his legs were shaking and well, innards , emptying.
THAT MAN IS YOUR ENEMY
LYING!!!
Kaelen took a better look at the man now. Clothes were better than his but dirty and used. His face boney and visible scars. Messy hair, lean posture.
"Who are you?!!"
"My namme... is...Roger.. I work here..janitor"
Kaelen was almost sure of one thing now ; this man was almost the same as himself.
Used by others.
So...with a bit of understanding he backed up to the door and asked calmly.
"Alright Roger. Last question. Who`s place is this?"
"Well...The Golden Perch... they own the mansion now."
"Who?" Kaelen went back to the aggressive and dagger-at-the-neck approach very quickly
"The perch, the Perch. You know... slave merchants."
Kaelen blinked at him a few times, but asked again anyways
"Fat man. Purple suit. Gold things, feathers on wrist. Is that man here?"
"Master William? He left yesterday for some business as usual."
"Where???"
"The auction house. He said some guests are coming so he went ahead to prepare"
That is not good for us
He is waiting for us
He knows about us
You can`t go
"Roger. Stay here for a while." Kaelen slowly opened the door and looked around ; no one in sights. And just before he closed them back up "Oh one more thing"
Roger who was just about to get up from the floor tighten up and loudly said.
"YES SIRR???"
"You got any more clothes around here" as he pulled on his ragged shirt
"Ummm there might be. Behind the kitchen"
Kaelen didn`t say anything just raised his eyebrow higher
"Left and big wooden doors is the kitchen"
"Thank you Roger" And he closed the door behind him politely.
In the mansion as the man called it, there was space. A lot of it.
Useless space in Kaelens mind though.
"Who lives here? Giants??" As most of the emptiness was above his head instead of on the ground. New and weird things were left and right. Wooden floor, wooden ceiling and stone pillars, rocks in places he didn`t imagine. Chairs made of god knows what, and a fire inside the house which was made of wood.
"Rich people huh" Kaelen found the large wooden doors and opened them and his eyes widened more than ever before.
Meat everywhere. Food on the tables. Clean water for the taking.,
His nose went crazy form the smells around, sweet, salty, spicy...everything and anything,
"Rich people.....I love them" And he started looting. Didn`t matter if it was a juicy piece of steak or potatoes ; food is food and Kaelen was hungry.
Gulping jugs of unknown liquid down his throat and filling his stomach.
What he couldn`t fit in went in his pockets.
And after a good while and a great feast, he looked at his clothes and remembered to get new ones. There was a small door in the back so he went there and well - storage.
Boxes of stuff. A lot of them. And among st them a rack of clothing similar to Rogers, black suits and white shirts, pants and shoes.
Kaelen left the storage while trying to get himself comfortable in this outfit but the shoes were tight, sleeves long, the shirt was the wrong size and the collar was choking him
"Why do people wear this? The shirt is plenty enough, why the other one on top"
So he ended up ripping the top part, shortening the sleeves and just bending the hell out of the shoes , all for a bit more comfort.
"Now what" he thought to himself. There was no point staying here, but the night was already fully in outside, it was dark and cold there.
If you have to go
We can help
There are ways
At least 3
But do not die for the woman
Not worth
"And these 'ways' of your are normal this time?"
We do not know what normal is
They will work
"But no climbing"
.
.
.
At least 2then
"Alright. Lets go then"
Kaelen sneaked out of another window and with the cover of darkness and wilderness, he managed to get to the gate and the walls surrounding the mansion unnoticed.
Without a word from the feather, he grabbed the stone wall and climbed it over, leaving only minor holes in it. The other side - just a road. A road around the Great Tree, that led both to the bottom and the swamp, as well as up, towards a place were lights were still on during the darkest time of the night.
So that`s where he headed of course.